I am a Medium. That's hard for me to say out loud (or, on screen as I am now doing). Why? Why is this hard to admit and own when in reality ALL humans have the abilities I have? I'm normal, hardworking, full of doubt some days and confidence on others - just like you. We are all the same, and in fact, we are all ONE. I know, it's a hard concept to wrap your head around.
I started a blog, Characteristically Speaking, when I was learning to be a writer. I've thought about migrating all 114 posts here, but they don't all pertain to my work as a Medium. Surprisingly, many do. When I wrote fiction, frequently my stories were about the supernatural, spirits, scary things and how young people deal with having "gifts." Yes, I wrote what I knew.
Little did I know that I was compelled to write not to become a world-famous author with beloved characters that would outlast my current lifetime, but to discover my intuitive gifts. I started writing a story about a man from Belgium and a woman from San Francisco who fell in love through letters, were separated by WWII and impulsive actions, and never met, yet were connected across miles and centuries. These were real people, and my friend had their letters, all 400 of them, written over almost 50 years. Maurice and Mimi had a tragic love affair, true Soul Mates actually, and they started to communicate with me in a way that wasn't my imagination. I felt them. I heard them. I could smell Maurice's cigar. And I fell in love with them too.